My morning cuddle ritual with the children turned into the first circle of hell when I heard the shattering of glass.
LittleMan, in some freak accident, fell backwards off the side of my bed. Remember the present I framed for Hubbie? The massive shattering of glass I heard was LittleMan's back slamming into the glass sheet covering the document.
I whipped around and out of bed, and all I could repeat was Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
LittleMan was actually bent in half. He had managed to fall butt first, and he was tightly wedged in a V-shape between the broken sheets of glass and the side of my bed. Jagged pieces the size of a hand saw started directly behind his neck and disappeared down past his pyjamas.
I couldn't control my hands or my limbs. My legs had tremors as I tried to position myself to keep him from moving. I supported his head with my left hand and tried to keep him talking. He said he was okay and instead of freaking out focused on a little puffball he called a muffin in his hand.
We sang over and over to Dvořák's New World Symphony No. 9 Thank you god, thank you god. LittleMan's okay. Thank you god, thank you god. LittleMan's okay.
All the while, I kept looking at the floor expecting to see blood pooling on the carpet. He had shattered glass all over his stomach and trapped along the neckline of his shirt.
I kept his head tilted forward to keep him from slicing his neck on the huge pieces trapped behind his back. I don't know how long it took. Time absolutely stood still. LittleBird watched over my shoulder. LittleMan never fussed. He never cried. He listened to his sister asking lots of scary questions about glass. Asking why I was being so careful. Why she couldn't pick up the chunks I was placing on the nightstand. Why I was holding LittleMan's head. Why I said he was so lucky.
I told her that LittleMan's guardian angel had done a great job. That God sends his angels to watch over us. That LittleMan's angel had taken his wings and wrapped them around his body so tight so that none of the glass would harm him.
If you can stand it, here are the photos.
LittleMan? He is fine.
LittleBird? Nonplussed as far as I can tell.
Me? I am still numb.